Arlee calls the Sheriff to report his neighbor is hiding narcotics in his firewood. Curious, the Sheriff asks Arlee how his neighbor put marijuana inside his firewood.

"I ain’t sure, Sheriff, but he’s a smart feller. I promise, you’ll find lots of dope hidden in the wood pile."

Later, three sheriff’s SUVs pull up in front of the neighbor’s house. Narcotics deputies in fatigues jump out of the SUVs. There’s a dog on a leash.

The senior deputy knocks on the door and talks to Floyd, Arlee’s neighbor. "I have reliable information that you have illegal narcotics stored on your property. Do you consent to a search?"

"Why sure," says Floyd, "I ain’t done nothin’ wrong. Go ahead, search all you want — just don’t break nothin’."

The search begins. The narc dog hits on a large pile of two foot logs outside the woodshed. "We got a hit!" the deputy calls out to the others.

Several narcs go back to the SUVs and get axes. They begin splitting logs. About that time, Floyd yells, "You ain’t got no cause to do that! You ain’t got no warrant."

The lead officer says to Floyd, "We got probable cause. Our dog made a hit on that wood pile. We have reason to believe there’s marijuana concealed in the firewood."

It takes a while, but eventually every log is split but no marijuana is found. The deputies stack the wood neatly, thank Floyd for his cooperation and leave.

After the SUVs have cleared out, Arlee trots over to Floyd’s house. "Told you they’d do it!" says Arlee. "They even stacked the wood and thanked you."

"I figured it’d work out okay," says Floyd, "but why did the dog hit on my wood pile?"

"Oh that," says Arlee. "I just sprinkled a few tiny little bits down in the wood pile yesterday so they’d get a tiny bit of a smell — but not find anything."

Floyd, delighted that he has plenty of chopped firewood to last through the winter, laughs at Arlee. "You are a true redneck — you know how to git ’er done!"